#miraculous pomodoro

[thegirlwiththelilactattoo]

no. 2, or some of my favorite things of 2022

Uh oh, did I say I was gonna blog weekly and now it's been 4 months? My bad!

In the time since I last posted I: started writing my diss/was told to stop writing my diss to do data analysis, completed fieldwork, added another member to my committee, and got accepted to two conferences. This is sweeping over a lot of things that sucked a lot and I'll need to talk about in therapy for the next 5 or so years, but that's grad school, babes. All in all it's been an incredibly stressful semester. I am really looking forward to having a restful break in December focusing on writing a chapter in December!

I also decided to turn this into a catch all blog for My Thoughts outside of academic things! And since it's the end of the year, I'm doing a lil favorite things of 2022.

Various Academic Things

Data analysis: I looked at other qualitative data softwares and chose to use ATLAS.ti for my dissertation. I am a...let's just say neurodivergent person and ATLAS.ti was the most aesthetically pleasing and intuitive software for me. It has a ton of features and data analysis capabilities, most of which I've barely used, but the ones I've tried have been useful.

Writing: I'm basic. I use Scrivener. It confuses me. I don't know if I recommend it.

Scheduling: I highly recommend Calendly. I should have used it from the jump to schedule dissertation interviews instead of going back and forth over email with my interlocutors. Now that I'm done with interviews, I use Calendly for students to schedule office hours appts. I like the Zoom and calendar integration, so once the link is sent, it's very hands off on my end.

Coworking: Re: the whole neurodivergence thing, coworking has been a real boon for me. My friend and I have a standing cowork session on Friday and it's been a great time for us to catch up and suffer through school stuff together. We keep each other accountable during our lil pomodoros and I miraculously get work done.

Going to the Writing Center??? I recently started going to my school's writing center for feedback on my applications and it's been so helpful.

Music

Beyoncé Gisele Knowles has run my life this year. "Renaissance" is the best album of 2022. I've also been running up "Currents" by Tame Impala for the entirety of this year and I don't see that changing in 2023.

Honorable Mentions: "Running Away" by VANO3000, "Them Changes" by Thundercat, "Eastside" by DAISY (RIP to such a good band)

Playlists I've Been Loving: roslyn rainy day kinda vibe, sad girl starter pack

Shows/Movies

Depression has sort of ruined my ability to consume visual media. And for the better part of the last decade, I have enjoyed and perhaps made it "a personality" to watch bad movies. I noticed this year that I became afraid (in a sense) to let myself watch movies that were good. It's a weird thing. My goal for next year is to get comfortable watching things that are good. I want to watch movies that make me feel something instead of solely engaging with a film because it's awful. That just doesn't speak to me anymore as a fulfilling way of being in the world.

At any rate, the most impactful movie I saw this year was Everything Everywhere All At Once. I saw this movie four times in the theatre and each time I got something new from it. It made me cry and laugh and feel like I could try to hope in a life that often feels meaningless.

Honorable Mentions: Bram Stokers Dracula dir. Francis Ford Coppola, The Batman dir. Matt Reeves, The Menu dir. Mark Mylod

Recipes

I have been LOVING this Kale Walnut Salad from frommybowl. It's super easy to make, refreshing, and is perfect to take advantage of really good apples.

Honorable Mentions: I've gotten rave reviews on this pumpkin bread.

Beauty/Aesthetics

This past year, I have finally mastered the wash and go. I used to be a twists girlie, but wash and gos last longer and look better on my hair. I think my hair is also the healthiest it's ever been. It's hard to pick a single product that I've loved the most for my hair, but the duo supreme is: Uncle Funky's Daughter Curly Magic and Innersense I Create Hold for a perfect wash and go every time.

Honorable Mentions: Sol de Janeiro Brazilian Crush Cheirosa 71 Perfume Mist, elf Brow Lift, ILIA The Necessary Eyeshadow Palette in Warm Nude

I think that's everything???? Sadly, I have read nary a book for leisure, but that's something for future me to ruminate on. I hope this was moderately interesting and I will try!!! to not take 4 months to post another thing :)

#gradblr #phdblr #2022 favorites #this is a very gratuitous and indulgent post

[maybemayura]

Miraculous Pomodoro Session: Evening Patrol with LadyNoir

It’s a breezy evening in Paris, and Ladybug and Chat Noir needed an extra set of eyes on patrol. Featuring LadyNoir-esque songs during break times. 

#miraculous ladybug #ladynoir #miraculous lovesquare #ladybug #chat noir #miraculous pomodoro #miraculous asmr

[reidslibrarybook]

Ignited

Pairing - Spencer Reid x BAU!Fem!Reader

Warnings - Language, lusty writing/language, sexual innuendos, mentions of food

Summary - An unconventional meeting leads to an unconventional start to your friendship, Spencer’s sneaky ways leading to kisses on his couch.

Category - fluff

Word Count - 5.8k

A/N - ugh college is kicking my ass so fics aren’t popping out as quickly as they used to, this is also cuz my brain can’t work right and ideas aren’t really motivating me anymore lmao. but i rlly like this one and thank you @samuel-de-champagne-problems for being my beta for this one :) and thank you to @reidsacademia for listening to me complain abt how much my brain sucks and encouraging me to write, pomodoro buddy <3

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You yawned, walking into the break room right as you stepped into the bullpen. It had been a long night after Hotch decided to take away the prospect of sleep after he decided to assign you files upon files of paperwork.

You were startled after finding an unfamiliar body in the breakroom. He looked like a little lost puppy, spinning around in search of someone.

“Hey, did you need help finding someone?” You asked as you approached him. It seemed like he was just as startled by your presence, unconsciously backing away from you inch by inch.

“N- no, I just um… no,” he stammered as he backed himself into the counter behind him.

You laughed while nodding. “So are you new here or have you miraculously infiltrated the bureau’s largest office in Virginia?”

“N- new,” he admitted, fiddling with his fingers while not so discreetly staring at you from the side.

“I figured,” you giggled, “You don’t seem like the type to break into federal buildings.”

You smiled when you heard a little chuckle fall from his lips. It was then, when you took your eyes off the delectable cup of bitter coffee in your hand, that you got to see the walking personification of magnificence in front of you.

To call him gorgeous was an understatement, he was scrawny but that didn’t take away from his sculpted face or cute nose.

“I- I’m Spencer,” he said, blushing slightly as you looked at him with direct eye contact.

“Y/N,” you said, offering your hand to him as a polite gesture to possibly open the door to some kind of relationship in the future. It was wishful thinking at best but it wouldn’t hurt to try if he was planning on sticking around.

“Sorry I don’t shake-” he said, immediately cut off when his waving hands in courteous refusal of your offer managed to knock the coffee in your hand toward your blouse.

His eyes widened, scarred by the horribly awkward and potentially fatal— to your ‘budding’ friendship— motion. Spencer quickly tried to recover his dignity by attempting to wipe off the stain with a tissue from the counter.

What he failed to realize before he started uselessly removing the stain was the fact that the coffee had spilled on the part of your blouse that was on your chest. He didn’t notice until he took his eyes off his hands that meticulously swatted the coffee, his line of sight traveling toward your cleavage.

His hands dropped as he jumped slightly, a dark crimson red settling right over his cheeks and nose. You chuckled slightly, unbothered by the events that had just occurred knowing he had no malicious intent when trying to remedy his mistake.

“I- I’m so sorry. I- I didn’t mean for any of… that,” he couldn’t bring himself to say the words much less look at the consequences of his aversion to handshakes, “I’m so so sorry.”

“It’s alright. You didn’t mean for any of this to happen, right?” You teased, pushing his buttons gently as you wiped off the rest of the residual coffee on your shirt.

“N- no! Of course not, I would never um, try to t- touch you like that on p-purpose.”

You chuckled, “Of course not.”

Before you could play with him any further, Gideon walked in from the side.

“Reid, I’ve been looking for you,” he said, crossing his arms and raising his eyebrows at the scene before him.

“I- I got lost,” he admitted, “I couldn’t find you so I thought I- I’d wait in here.”

Gideon nodded his head, looking directly at you and the large brown stain on your shirt. “I assume that,” motioning his head towards your chest, “Has something to do with him.”

You giggled at the obvious father-son bond the two have formed, already taking a liking to the man who was probably only two or three years younger than you.

A slight shake of your head sent Spencer turning around and his eyebrows up towards the sky. “I spilled the coffee on myself. You know how I am, Gideon,” you chuckled, amused by the confused look on Spencer’s face, “Anyways, I should get going. It was nice meeting you Spencer.”

You waved to the both of them, not giving Gideon a chance to interrogate you about the events that happened before he came into the breakroom. Besides your damp shirt and the obscenely large stain, you were content with your morning… the only reason being that you had the opportunity to meet him.

It was a short and curt interaction that made you smile more than you had ever before after reminiscing on the first impression of everyone you had met before him. Spencer was cute and handsome and something about him made little butterflies in your stomach mature and fly from their cocoon.

You could feel your cheeks beginning to warm at the thought of speaking to him again, finding yourself completely enamored after one simple moment with him in the breakroom you traveled countless times a day.

“So,” You looked up from your paperwork that you weren’t paying attention to and saw Derek sitting on top of your desk, “What happened to your shirt?”

“A little mishap in the breakroom, nothing interesting about it Derek.”

“So it’s got nothing to do with that skinny guy that’s following Gideon around like one of those shaking chihuahua’s?”

You giggled, “‘Shaking chihuahua’?”

“That’s what he looks like,” he shrugged.

You shook your head, trying to refocus yourself to get your work done and get some kind of semblance of sleep. “Go away, Derek,” you swatted at his thigh to shoo him away, “I’m trying to work.”

“C’mon,” he whined, getting off your desk and pulling up a chair to sit next to you, “I want to know why he was pawing at your boobs.”

Your jaw dropped. “What? What are you talking about?” You asked in a hushed voice to keep everyone else from getting the wrong idea of Spencer.

“You know? In the breakroom earlier this morning?”

“Did everyone see that?” You looked around instinctually, trying to catch anyone who was looking at you or assess how many people may have been watching.

“It was just me and Garcia,” he assured.

“Penelope was there too?” You sighed, “God, she’ll never let me live this down.”

“Probably not.”

“And he was not… pawing at my boobs. It was an accident and he was trying to clean up the coffee that he knocked out of my hands.”

“So then the real question is why you let him. I know that I wouldn’t be able to get within one foot of your no no square without losing my fingers,” he joked, holding up his fingers for emphasis.

You stayed quiet, trying to think of some answer that wouldn’t give away your feelings for him— but it seemed like you wouldn’t be given the chance.

Derek gasped quietly, “You like him don’t you?”

“No. I do not,” you tried to brush him off but Derek was a nuisance when it came to your personal life.

A smile of content appeared on his face, leaning back as he basked in his victory of assessing the situation. “And all this cuz he touched your no no square,” he laughed.

You gave him a smack on his shoulder. “Absolutely not and stop saying that. That’s not where your no no square is, Derek.”

“Same thing,” he sang, getting up from his chair and walking over to Penelope’s office to gossip about you— most likely.

Derek was stopped when Hotch poked his head out of the roundtable room and motioned for the two of you to come in.

You got up, an explicable feeling of nervousness swarmed your heart, each beat quickening with each step you took towards the roundtable room.

Derek held the door open for you, your eyes immediately locking with a scrawny-looking man standing next to Gideon— slinking behind him as you and Derek entered the room.

“Morgan, Y/L/N. Meet Dr. Spencer Reid, the newest member of our team,” Hotch motioned Spencer before doing the same for you, “Reid, this is supervisory special agents Derek Morgan and Y/N Y/L/N.”

Derek moved to greet him first. His hand reached out to give the traditional shake that was ingrained in everyone’s brains, to which the new agent awkwardly declined. You could tell how confused Derek was, standing there as Spencer rambled on about the dangers of a simple handshake.

You buffered the clumsy exchange, offering him a smile and an ‘I’m looking forward to working with you’ instead. He accepted and felt his cheeks burn with a pleasant sensation, already smitten with you from what had happened in the breakroom an hour or two before.

The briefing was as boring as it usually was, but Dr. Reid took the opportunity to showcase his talented brain. You’d also catch him stealing soft glances at you— biting his bottom lip slightly or poking his tongue out periodically as he concentrated on you.

The attention certainly brought about a nice feeling, loving the way he’d stare at you from afar or how he’d stumble with his words whenever you chose to look him straight in the eyes. He was adorable… and handsome.

The way his slicked-back hair rested so neatly on his head, the way the light cast perfectly placed shadows on his sculpted face, and the way he beamed the brightest smile when he spoke about the facts he had unwillingly memorized almost made your heart burst. Spencer was becoming the highlight of your days in Florida, the case taking a toll on your heart as he unknowingly filled the hole it left.

You were physically attracted to him, drawn to where he was which only ever made him antsier than you wanted him to be. It irked you that your presence had made him feel so horribly, opting to watch from afar just as he did.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to find yourself looking at him as a soft smile graced your face, in utter awe of the way he eloquently purveyed his words with the excitement of a child in a candy store.

Soon after the case ended, you lingered around the bullpen to spend a little more time with him as he chewed the back of his pen— most likely pondering something incomprehensible to the average human brain. His hair was tousled, glasses almost falling off the bridge of his nose as he concentrated on the piece of paper in front of him.

He looked up, pen still in his mouth and glasses hanging onto his face by a thread. You were suddenly lost in his hazel eyes, distracted by the heavenly glisten.

It was too much for your heart to bear, looking away seconds after your eyes met with his as the muscle pounded against the walls of your chest. All it wanted to do was jump out and run straight to him, fall in the palm of his hands and stay there for the rest of its life.

It was then, right as you were pushing the elevator button to leave his prying eyes, that you knew…

He wasn’t the only one that was smitten.

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“Hey, my syrupy sweet puffball,” a familiar voice cooed from behind you. Right on cue, Penelope came up next to you and leaned down with a box of cookies.

“Have one,” she offered, wafting the scent of freshly baked goods in your face.

You shook your head, “These are tainted cookies. If I take one then I’m obligated to do whatever you ask of me right as I take a bite.”

She grinned sheepishly, unsurprised in your ability to see through her act quickly. “Okay, fine. You got me,” she confessed, “I was going to ask you for a favor but it seems like you're busy and I don’t want to be a bother.”

You sighed, seeing that she’s resorted to guilting you instead of bribing. “What did you need me to do, Pen?”

She danced giddily, a bright smile on her face. “Well since you asked, I was wondering if you could teach the newbie how to use the new computer. It seems like handshakes aren’t the only thing he dislikes,” she whispered, “Apparently he hates… t- technology too.”

“Oh my, what a horror,” you gasp playfully.

“Please?” She begged, “I have a date with this cute guy from the floor below us and I don’t want to have to stay behind for an extra three hours teaching him how to get the basics of a simple computer.”

“Fine,” you caved, “But I’m taking all of these cookies.”

She nodded, handing you the tin gleefully and walking out of the bullpen all dressed up for her date.

You sat on your desk, looking around for Spencer as you stuffed a cookie in your face. What she failed to realize was that the exasperated look on your face was all for show, an act to throw them a bone and keep them off your trail.

If she and Derek hadn’t been so nosy about your feelings, you would’ve accepted the task happily— even without eating her bribe chocolate chip cookies.

It had been three months since he first joined and the interesting events in the breakroom. Your heartbeat still quickened when he was around and he still blushed every time you spoke to him. You knew it was only a matter of time before word got out about your feelings for him knowing how much Derek and Penelope loved to gossip, but you wanted to try to tell him first.

More and more you found yourself falling for him even harder than you did before, your eyes glued to him whenever he was near you. You couldn’t help how you felt and you knew it was inevitable with how much the two of you fancied the other’s company.

No words were exchanged and nothing was said when the two of you were alone, the look in your eyes were enough to communicate your want for each other. Though, you weren’t sure how you would get him to admit his feelings.

You didn’t want to play into stereotypes but it was so much easier to have the other person admit it first, but you doubted that he had the gall to attempt something that was even remotely similar to declaring his emotions.

“H- hey, h- hi um… h- hello,” you turned around to see Spencer waving his hand slightly behind you.

“Hi, Spencer. Penelope told me you needed help getting the hang of using the new computers?”

He cleared his throat, a little grin forming on your face as you started to see a pink color travel up his neck. “I- I do but if you have somewhere to be then b- by all means. I wouldn’t want to keep y- you from doing… things.”

You laughed, “Nope. As sad as it is, I have nowhere to go so I’d be happy to help you.”

He nodded, walking over to his desk and sitting down as an awkward tension nestled into the environment of the now-empty bullpen.

You pulled up a chair and sat beside him, leaning over to grab the mouse that was on his other side.

“Sorry,” you whispered, “Do you want a cookie?”

“Th- thank you,” he said, matching your tone of voice and grabbing one from the tin that Garcia gave you.

“So,” you started, looking around on the screen, “What did you need help with?”

“I- I was um,” he stopped to swallow the rest of the cookie, “I didn’t know how to access the files online.”

You nodded, showing him while getting distracted by how adorable he looked right beside you. Spencer began to take notes on a little notepad with a tiny pen, scribbling away as you spoke.

The sound of your voice began to mute in your ears, your mind only focusing on the look of determination on his face. You couldn’t help but giggle at the way he tucked his loose hair behind his ears as the gel he put on in the morning lost its structure.

“S- so is that it?”

You looked away from his lips and up to his eyes. “Hm?”

“F- for the computer, is that all I have to know to access the files?” He said nervously.

“Oh um, yes. That’s all you need to know,” you laughed, noticing that a bit of chocolate had gotten onto his cheek and nose.

“Wh- what?”

“You just,” you giggled, “How did you manage to get chocolate all over your face.”

You grabbed a tissue and began to wipe away the little brown spot on his face, feeling his hot breath on your hand. An electric shock traveled through your body from being so close to him, invigorated by his pretty face and the way he closed his eyes at your touch.

“Y- you’re all good now,” you said, tossing the tissue in the trash can by the side of his desk.

“Th- thank you.”

You smiled, each throb of your heart drawing you even closer to kissing him. You stopped yourself, reigning in your lust and shoving it deep away into a little box inside your chest.

“I- I should probably go, I just remembered that I had some chores to do,” you laugh nervously, packing your bags and leaving as soon as you finished. You were unprepared for what would have happened next had you given in to your greed.

He stayed there in his chair, sitting completely still after being only 2 inches away from what haunted his dreams at night.

Spencer shook his head and ignored the little voice in his head that told him to follow you, the same way he had since the day he met you. It had become harder for him to ignore what he felt for you, the burning fire within him becoming increasingly less satiated by the stolen glances and fleeting touches that once kept him satisfied.

There was nothing he could do but sit back and watch the prospects of a future with you slip from his grasps.

Right as he was about to leave, a little switch flicked in his brain— a light at the end of the tunnel.

A tunnel that led right to you.

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Over the next few months, Spencer had been coming to you for help almost daily. It was… suspicious, but you didn’t complain as it gave you another excuse to talk to him.

He’d ask for your assistance on paperwork, filling out bureau forms, and a multitude of other things that he should have already known how to do. You didn’t know if he knew that you saw right through his little charade or if there was even a charade to see through at all, all you knew was that you were handed more and more opportunities to spend time with the one person who made your day.

Being around him always made your heart flutter and your mind race, a flurry of emotions that you didn’t know that you could control with how close he sat next to you. It seemed like a different side of you came about when he was around, controlled by your heart and not your mind.

Pathos over logos, a dangerous game that could get you hurt if he didn’t feel the same way or if things ended badly relationship-wise— something that would only happen if you ever got to that stage.

His presence was addicting, drawing you in and sucking the air out of your lungs until all you could breathe was his comforting scent. You hated how much relied on him for happiness but your caution was alleviated with his ramblings and nervous behavior.

Luckily for you, he had called you just ten minutes ago frantically asking for your help. Something had happened with the new laptops that were distributed to the whole team and he needed you.

Maybe that was another thing you adored about him asking for your help, knowing that he came to you… and only you. He was yours in some sense but the hope you had for something to develop slowly diminished as his calls for guidance had become shorter and less frequent as time went on. It started off strong, a line that shot upward on the graph and tapered off at the imaginary cutoff that also managed to cut off the blood supply to your heart.

“Y/N. Th- thank you so much for coming, I- I just, I didn’t know who else to call,” he stuttered. You smiled at the way his hair was all mussed while clad in a robe, large CalTech t-shirt, and beaker patterned pajama pants.

Spencer blushed at the way you were looking at him, a shy grin on his face as he fiddled with the long strip of fabric used to tie his robe together.

“Can I come in or are you gonna make me fix your computer outside your apartment?”

“Oh,” he opened the door wider for you to enter, “S- sorry.”

You laughed, “I was just joking, Spencer.” Your hand reached for his shoulder to comfort him, feeling guilty for toying with him while he was obviously in a worried state.

The touch of your hand ignited a spark inside him, a sudden wave of heat bursting in his chest. You moved further into his apartment as he stood by the door, wordless at a single touch— reminding him of the first time you met in the breakroom.

Thinking of it still made him flustered, being so close to you… and touching you. He had dispelled the thoughts from his mind but he could only fend off the intrusive thoughts for so long until he couldn’t hold back anymore.

Spencer walked towards the table and pulled out a chair for you to sit.

“Thank you,” you said, looking at how red his face was now that you were inside his home.

He nodded and walked briskly toward his desk that housed books upon books and his laptop from work. Spencer brought it to you, leaning over you to log into it. You were immediately dizzied with the little space separating you from him, breathing in deeply to ease the alarming spark that shot straight to your heart.

“I- I can’t find any of the files that were loaded onto the laptop. W- which is obviously concerning since that’s my only copy,” he chuckled nervously.

“You may have just misplaced them somewhere, Spence. It might take a while but I’m sure I’ll figure it out,” you replied, already exploring the piece of tech to see what he messed around with.

A knock on the door startled you, Spencer moving to open it with his wallet in his hands. You leaned back curiously after he quickly closed the door, a bag of what smelled like food in his hands.

“Is that-”

“I- I thought that the least I could do is get you something to eat considering how much you help me.”

He didn’t wait for you to respond, placing the bag in front of you and grabbing plates from his cupboard for the both of you to eat. You couldn’t help but admire how perceptive he was, instantly picking up the smell of your favorite food from your favorite restaurant in the paper bag on the table.

“Thank you,” you simpered, grabbing the plate that he had already filled with food.

“O- of course.”

He watched you from the other side of the table while he ‘read’ his book, looking at you working on his laptop.

Ever since he joined, it had become an unhealthy habit of his to poke his nose in your direction… secretly. He wasn’t the best at hiding his intentions but he was drawn to you in an inexplicable way, enamored by the way you laughed at his esoteric jokes when nobody gave him the time of day or the way you’d give him the biggest smile when you saw him in the morning.

It was physically impossible for his heart to blush, instead, it beat faster until he could hear its pulsations right in his ear. It pained him to know that he had to only admire you from afar, maintaining a distance only to keep an iota of his dignity and whatever little friendship formed between the both of you.

He yearned for something more, something permanent that he could wake up to in the morning and go to bed with at night. His arms longed for someone to be in their arms, that someone being you. It wasn’t hard for him to imagine the grin on your face if he woke up next to you, having memorized every part of you he possibly could.

“I- I have to go check if I got any mail, I- I’ll be right back.”

You nodded, continuing to figure out what went wrong as he walked away. A shiver ran up your spine as soon as the air in his apartment kicked in, your fingers moving slower than they did before a cold sensation swarmed them.

A warm, familiar feeling rushed over you as you turned your head to see Spencer placing a cardigan over your shoulders.

It was the one he was wearing the first time you met him.

You swore that you experienced it all over again, falling for him all over again. The same naïve feelings of affection overflowing as a pleasant flickering of your heart led to a sudden heat undulating across your face.

“S- sorry, you looked cold,” he backpedaled, afraid that the gesture would come off rash and impeding.

You shook your head, your hands quickly reaching up to stop him from pulling the warm knit off of you. “No, I- I am cold,” you laughed, “Thank you.”

He smiled, rushing out of the door after feeling his heart rate elevate from the contact your fingers made with his in your attempt to save the moment.

You breathed out heavily, pulling his cardigan closer to your body to save whatever heat you had inside you while imagining his arms wrapped around you in such a way. Your mind was racing just as your heart was, not only from his close proximity but also from your frustrating endeavor of trying to fix what he had done with his laptop. You sat there, checking every file and… nothing.

The documents couldn’t have magically disappeared and they weren’t misplaced. What he had done was mind-boggling, stunning your mediocre tech skills. You would have called Penelope, but she was probably busy— and because you didn’t want her to intrude on your alone time with Spencer.

You were about to fold, wasting your efforts that only spanned an hour and a half, until you saw that you had left out one file… the trash file. Your hand clicked on it without a thought, finding all the files sitting in plain sight.

As if he had known that his cover was blown, Spencer walked into the apartment with a couple of envelopes in his hand.

“What’s this?” You ask, showing him the computer with the files you had been looking for in the trash.

He pushed his glasses up with his finger and looked at you, dazed. “I- It’s not what it looks like.”

“Really? So you’re not trying to fuck with me?”

Spencer shook his head. “N- no, I- I’m really not.”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Then what are you trying to do, Spencer? You always ask for help with menial things and I genuinely don’t know if you’re playing with me or if you genuinely need me.”

“I- it’s neither, I’m not playing with you and I- I don’t really need help.”

You raised your eyebrows, looking at him unconvinced.

“I think I’m going to go,” you mumbled, packing up your things and walking to the door.

Before you could open it, his hand wrapped yours— keeping you from turning the knob.

“Spencer, please let-” You turned around, his face so close to yours.

“Please don’t go, I- I’m sorry.”

Silence filled the air, each molecule around you seemingly stilled as time slowed. You could feel him breathing, hear his heartbeat from behind his chest wall.

You could easily push him off, but you didn’t. There was no malice in his eyes, no glimmer of bad intent, he was still the same Spencer that spilled coffee all over you in the breakroom that day.

The same man that captured your heart and held it in his hands as if it were the world.

“Spencer, did you delete those files just to get me to come over?”

He stayed in the same position, nodding slowly as his adam’s apple bobbed. You giggled at the sight, taking his silence as a ‘yes’ and let go of the door.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I know.”

A cascade of your fondness for him and the little oscillation of your heart conspired to rush you towards him.

“I- I really should get going though. We have work tomorrow and-”

His nervous chuckling interrupted your sincere request to leave. “I um, one of your tires may be flat and I don’t think you’ll be able to drive…”

“Y- you don’t mean to tell me,” your mouth agape as you walked towards him, “That you slashed my tires?”

“W- well, I didn’t slash them a- and it was only one tire, not all four. I just um, pricked it?”

“Unbelievable,” you laughed, stopping in front of him, “Maybe you’re not the type to break into a federal building but you are one to participate in vandalism.”

He shook his head quickly. “N- no. I- I mean it is technically vandalism but I just wanted to make sure that you stayed…”

“I’m joking, Spence,” you murmured as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He was so startled that he tumbled backward onto his couch, you wrapped in his arms just as you imagined moments before.

Your breathing quickened just as his did, your bodies pressed up against one another. The two of you were locked in place with each other’s arms, your eyes lost in his hazel ones.

“You’re so pretty a- and so are your lips,” he blurted, losing all sense of control with how close he was to making his dream a reality, “N- not that I’ve been looking, I mean I have… it’s just that they look so kissable. B- but, I mean, it’s not like I’ve thought about kissing you or anything-”

You giggled, hovering over him, “Thanks, I- I’ve been thinking about kissing you too.”

“R- really?” You nod as he looked into your eyes for an ounce of ingenuity, “It’s just, I’m worried about kissing you.”

“Why?” Your hand migrated towards his hair, pushing the little pieces resting on his forehead away from his eyes.

“I- I just don’t want to disappoint you. I- I’ve never kissed anyone before,” he admitted.

“Why don’t we change that,” you grinned.

With that, he broke the distance between you— ignoring the strain on his neck as he reached upward to meet your lips.

As soon as they locked, all the sparks that had been flickering inside your hearts before ignited and burst into indescribable fireworks. Moving in sync with each other, your lips became one as you danced to a new song that you’d soon be accustomed to.

It was intoxicating, breath-taking, the heat and friction between your bodies shooting electrical currents to every part of you. Your appetite was appeased with his kiss, you were given the antidote to your ailment that was left uncured without him.

You were willingly trapped, locked to him as his soft lips glided across yours— tongues tracing each other’s bottom lips for entrance. Your noses bumped each other in your lusty journey, causing the both of you to take a moment to laugh against the other.

Your hands left his curls, slickly creeping under his shirt as his hands ghosted the back of your thighs. Sight was no longer important, both of your eyes fully closed in pleasure and relief.

You giggled, lightly biting his bottom lip which elicited a whine from him. You couldn’t help yourself, playing with him just as you did in the office— your tongue teasing him slightly which only served to frustrate him even further.

He stopped your toying by removing one of his hands from the cusp of your ass to pull your head closer to his, the other hand fully grabbing you as one of his longer fingers dipped down into no man’s land.

“Reid, where did you want me to put the tire-”

The two of you pulled apart suddenly, both of your lips swollen from the intense kissing that had taken place right up until Derek walked into the apartment.

“D- Derek,” he whimpered, moving under you slyly to cover his eager excitement.

“Reid… and Y/N.”

You threw a pillow at him, trying to deter him from entering any further. “Get out!”

He laughed, “I will, I will. I just need Pretty Boy to tell me where to put the tire he had me get.”

You looked at him with a knowing look as slinked further into the couch.

“Just leave it by the table, please,” you sighed.

He nodded, resting it against the wall. “Good luck, kid,” he laughed before saluting you and closing the door.

You giggled, pulling the pillow off of Spencer’s face and giving his cheek little kisses— traveling down his neck.

“Is that tire for me?” You murmured against his tender skin. He nodded, gulping. “I um, I didn’t think I could carry it up the stairs so I asked Morgan for help.”

“We should probably ask him if he could come over tomorrow and help me change my tire,” you laughed.

“N- no. I- he just saw us… making out,” he whispered, mortified.

“I’m sure it won’t be the last time, Spence. I don’t think I can keep my hands off you.”

“B- but, Hotch? A- and Gideon…”

You pulled away, aiming to get him all flustered again. “Okay, fine,” you got up from your place on top of him and walked away from the couch, “I guess we just won’t kiss at al-”

Before you knew it, he was pushing you through the open door to his room and onto his bed. The words taken right out of your mouth as he attacked you with his prying lips and greedy hands.

You melted into his touch, the thoughts of teasing him dispersed from your mind that was only focused on him.

Every spark within the both of you… ignited.

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[speakupthinkup]

The Importance of Practice

Hello, all! Today, I wanted to talk to you about home practice and why it matters in the first place. When you think about self-improvement, recovery, or therapy, what do you think of? Do you envision a magical pill that you take, and all your problems miraculously go away? Or do you believe that improvement comes from effective, organized practice? Well, I’m here to say that at least when it comes to speech-language pathology, targeted practice is the path to recovery whether it is for voice, swallowing, cognitive, speech, or language therapy. Personally, I appreciate this truth. I feel that all too often we are prescribed a medication or an ointment, rather than empowered to achieve our goals or recovery by our own actions. Now, don’t get me wrong; I’d love for there to be a cure for any one of the symptoms I address in therapy, but until all these issues are in the rearview mirror, effective practice and therapy are the best way forward.

What should practice look like?

Any kind of practice must be based on your current level of ability. For example, if you can only effectively lift 20-pound weights, it doesn’t make sense to suddenly increase the weight to 50 pounds. Simply increasing the amount of resistance or increasing the difficulty of the practice alone will not bring about the desired result. Likely, it will just leave you feeling frustrated or when it comes to weightlifting feeling significant pain.

Practice needs to also take into consideration your interests and strive to be as practical as possible. This is especially true for adults. If an adult is working on improving his/her ability to follow through on tasks, it is better to use practical activities where strategies can be integrated in real-time (i.e., incorporating a written list and alarm system to help with effectively cooking and making a meal).

Additionally, practice needs to be geared to specifically what you are working on. For instance, if you are working on improving your reading ability, it doesn’t make sense for you to be practicing pronouncing speech sounds within certain words.

Practice also needs to make sense. So, if you’re not sure why you are being encouraged to complete a task, ASK...why am I doing this? Whether a given task is being recommended by your clinician or by your mom, he/she needs to be able to explain his/her recommendation in a way you can understand.

I am sure you have heard the token phrase that it takes 10,000 hours of practice to become an expert at something but is there such a thing as too much practice. I’m of the mindset that you can practice too much, but you can also practice too little. When it comes to doing therapy tasks at home, what’s the middle ground? Well, unfortunately, I can’t give a definitive answer to that as it is very individualized. However, I do encourage you to pay attention to yourself, your mind, and your body.

Your body is pretty good at letting you know that you need a break or that you’ve done enough for that day. Now, I’m the first to admit that I’m not always the best at acknowledging and responding appropriately to what my body is telling me. I do try to be more responsive to when I may need a break; I do this by reminding myself that I tend to be less effective at completing tasks and doing activities when I’m feeling more tired or burnt out. I also understand that sometimes a task cannot be avoided, but with appropriate preparation and time management, you can better prepare yourself and ready yourself for more effective completion of any given task.

When it comes to learning I think understanding this is really important, because if you’re exhausted, you’re not likely going to retain as much information as when you are well-rested and focused during a given activity. This is also applicable when you are trying to establish new behaviors, habits, and routines. So, remember that managing your energy level and knowing when you are most alert help to establish when you may want to tackle more demanding tasks.

Additionally, know that there are systems out there for time management and I encourage you to incorporate them, especially if it seems like you’re having difficulty establishing a good routine for completing therapeutic exercises. One example of this is the Pomodoro technique where you work for 25-minute periods and then take 5-minute breaks. More traditional practice methodologies incorporate a 50-minute practice schedule and then 10-minute breaks. These are just 2 examples of time management methods for practice.

I think it is also essential to be realistic and have appropriate expectations for therapeutic progress and growth. By setting realistic expectations and achievable goals, you’re setting yourself up for the greatest likelihood of success. Success in practice will likely motivate you to keep working harder and keep pushing yourself. Realize that if you are not making the desired amount of progress you may want to increase the amount of practice. We as people and myself included can settle into doing the bare minimum; just checking off that we did some task without actually applying any true effort to complete it effectively. You’ve probably heard that you get out of something what you put into it, and I think this statement readily applies to therapy. Keep this in mind as you incorporate any kind of therapy or practice at home.

Know that life is going to get in the way sometimes and you may not always be able to set up a perfect environment for practice, but don’t let ‘perfect’ get in the way of ‘good’ and ‘great’. Make the time and practice. When it comes down to it, starting to practice and especially regularly practicing are the biggest and most important first steps to therapeutic growth.

Lastly, I think it is pertinent to try to measure your own progress. Of course, your clinician or therapist will provide you with information on how you are doing and improving. However, taking ownership of your therapy is an integral component of optimal growth and progress. This is your life we’re talking about after all, and I personally want to see every individual I work with succeed. However, sometimes people don’t make the progress I think they’re capable of; that I know they’re capable of and I think part of the problem is lack of ownership when it comes to therapy. I know life is challenging and it’s hard for me to even fathom the difficulty some individuals are going through. But when you take the positive step to seek out therapy to improve yourself, you’re striving for something more. So, keep striving. Empower yourself by tracking your progress, by noting the little successes in every day, and by incorporating consistent, poignant practice.

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed this post. I hope it gave you some perspective on practice and working towards goals. Please check out other posts on my blog.

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[thequietsoliloquy]

Sunday Special #2

Day 12-13/100

Yesterday, I read pages 36-66 of Jacobs’ Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl. For the very first time, I successfully used the Pomodoro technique with a friend I made through a Discord server. I’ve always been rather on edge when people suggested the Pomodoro, especially after the first time I tried and decided I did not like it. “I don’t need a timer to tell me when to take breaks, I know when to take break!” Well, turns out, once you start using it more seriously, working for 25 minutes and taking a 5 minute break actually works. Especially when I don’t want to start working, it’s miraculous to get started. 

Today, using the same technique, I read pages 67-99 of the same book. I also decided to give it a shot and use the Pomodoro for writing fanfictions, and lo and behold! It works! I’ve been working on a fanfic idea for the past two weeks, never getting it on the computer, and in two sessions of Pomodoro, I wrote almost 2 pages! I’m starting to think using the technique will be great for my original work too, as well as writing essays. 

I also went to the bookstore to buy the last books I needed for the semester. In total, I spent a bit over 400$ for my readings, my wallet is crying. And I somehow managed to forget about one, which brings my total book count up to 22 instead of 21 as I first thought. Not a big difference. Next semester, I want to try to get as many books as possible on tablet rather than paper, so I can learn if I can work as well with that tool. Until then, here we are:

I also have a couple more texts to read on StudiUm, the University’s platform for our classes. I’d say it’s the equivalent of a 1-inch thick binder worth of readings. 

Thoughts of the week: Writing about my productivity on a (almost) daily basis makes me 10x more efficient with my studies than I would usually be at this time of the year. I’ve spent the previous five semesters lamenting about my inability to maintain a proper organisation in my studies and becoming an anxious mess starting at the midterms when I realized how late I was in many of my assignments. But keeping this study journal actually forces me to recognize that my shortcomings can be overcome, in a much simpler way than I previously thought. I thought I would need the equivalent of a mental whipping to get me going. I actually just needed a creative outlet to talk about my daily efforts and someone to share it with. 

Speaking of being late on my assignments, I still need to memorize 10-15 lines from Shakespeare’s King Lear. I won’t lie, it scares me. There is a part of me that keeps telling me I have no memory and I can’t learn anything by heart. I can remember things for exams, sure, but to memorize by heart? So many words? My brain has no confidence because I’ve never done it before. Which is also why I’ve never tried acting, even though I always wanted to. I like impersonating characters, but the simple thought of learning lines by heart paralyzes me. What if I mess up? What if everything goes wrong? What if everyone laughs at me for not remembering?

Anxiety is a drama queen, isn’t she? I can’t stop myself from feeling it, but I don’t want it to hold me back. Although, if anyone has encouragements and/or advice for someone who learns lines from Shakespeare for the very first time (and whose first language is NOT english), please do share! It’s terrifying!

On a completely different note, I rearranged my desks, and I am very pleased with the result!

Yes, I have two, very useful when I have people over so we can study together. I mean, now, I have a kitchen table, which I didn’t before, but I still find joy in having two desks. When I’m alone, I use one for handwriting/reading and the other for computer stuff. 

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[sariahsue]

Miraculous Ask game(how many can I ask?): 17, 18, 21-25.

As many as you like, I guess?

17 - What would be your akumatised form?  Let’s see... I’m a pretty laid back person, so it’d be hard to get me mad enough to be akumatized.  I get pretty irritated when I’m interrupted, though.  So how about POMODORO GIRL.  Everyone is chained to their desk for 25 minutes at a time with only 5-minute breaks in between so they can stop bothering all the time!  I’d be dressed in a big, red tomato fat suit with a stem on my head.  (I would be embarrassed to be seen in such a getup, but it’s on par with Hawk Moth’s other creations.  🤣)

18 - English dub, French with subs, or other?  Whatever I can get my hands on first.  It’s usually English, but I like watching French and having their lips match their words.  (And finding out what they were originally meant to be saying instead of the interpretation.)

21 - Most frustrating moment of Marinette & Adrien failing to realise each other’s identity?  OH.  THIS, DEFINITELY:

Back in Origins, right after the gum incident.  Marinette says that Adrien looks so familiar, and Alya immediately reminds her that he’s a famous model.  If Alya had taken FIVE SECONDS to find that photo instead of grabbing it immediately, Marinette might have had time to put the pieces together.  

22 - Biggest plot twist/most unexpected moment?  *sigh*  Don’t make fun of me.

As I writer, I knew - I KNEW - that it would be much better storytelling to have Gabriel and Hawk Moth be the same person.  But I didn’t WANT them to be the same person.  I had CONVINCED myself that they weren’t the same person.  I thought all the signs were red herrings (because that would be fun).  I just wanted Adrien to be happy.  But no, Adrien has the kwami of bad luck and destruction on his side.  A good story demands heartache and conflict and struggle.  I’m so sorry, Adrien.  😭

23 - In what order do you think the following will happen: Adrien/Cat Noir Marinette/Ladybug start dating, identity reveal, Hawkmoth’s defeat.  Definitely bringing down the final villain will be the very last thing, whether that’s Gabriel’s Hawk Moth* or someone else.  I think they’ll start dating first, and then reveal in between those two.

24 - Tell us about an AU concept you like!  I don’t read or write many AUs, but soulmates is growing on me!

25 - Macarons or camembert?  I have a huge sweet tooth, so I’m with Tikki on this one: Macarons all the way!

The questions are right here.  My ask box is open to anons.  :)

(*Is it Hawk Moth or Hawkmoth?  Is there an official spelling?  Does anyone actually know the answer to that?  Or are we all just using our unauthorized spellings and hoping for the best?)

[epicmeetsfail]

Priceless Play – 12 January http://bit.ly/2RIBZjW

Cleaning is miraculous. It is the ultimate de-stressor for me. I have no patience for an unmade bed or dishes left in the sink. I pride myself on my cable management, I love making to-do lists, and nothing makes me more excited than an itinerary. Perhaps it’s why I love inventory management and city sims! But even I can fall behind on my organisational prowess. I have so many ambitions left unfulfilled, so much productivity made illusory with every pomodoro timer and budget tracker app I download but never use.

I don’t want to pretend that cleaning is somehow easy, or made easier when it’s gameified. If you find the fun, then snap, the job’s — still a job. So I went looking for games that didn’t simulate cleaning as much as I saw in them a theme of keeping things in order. Or maybe a bit of commentary on what is out of order.

Here are several games about cleaning to help keep your New Year’s Resolutions on track.

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January 12, 2019 at 07:42AM

#gaming

[fifthconfiguration]

And my ask for the day!! Whenever you want to get homework done quickly, just get off the internet. Turn off all of your devices unless you need them for research or music. If you get messages, they can wait (when it's something important, you're excused to answer), don't go on any social media. You can give yourself the task of finishing one work, and during a break you can answer messages. But as soon as it's done, you stop and continue working. And also, what are your favorite shows? ✨

i might die if i wasn’t connected to the internet lol. but yeah i try hard to shut shit off when i’m working. i’m thinking about trying a pomodoro timer?? but idk if the time limit thing will stress me out?? idk but i’ll let you know lol.

my favorite shows are currently doctor who (less of an active enjoyment rn, more of a long term love), call the midwife (i’m rewatching it, come yell at me about chummy/noakes),  and ouran high school host club if you ignore everything that’s problematic and just laugh at tamaki and kyoya. i finished one punch man a while ago and?? holy fuck?? miraculous ladybug is Good, seven deadly sins, and avatar the last airbender are also all time faves. what are some of yours??

#dodie back to school asks

[maybemayura]

Zoe Lee Soothes Your Test Anxiety

New video out on my YouTube! 🎉

I'm in the thick of school right now but occasionally have time for little projects, so I wanted to add to my list of Miraculous study sessions/ASMR videos! I've got this one class where all my grades are exams and I get test anxiety, so sometimes I put on ASMR while studying for/taking the tests to calm myself down. If you're like me, here's a video to study with! It features brush sounds, soft singing, and positive affirmations from Zoe herself!

#miraculous ladybug #zoe lee #miraculous zoe #miraculous asmr #miraculous fanart #maybemayura #miraculous pomodoro

[maybemayura]

Spend some quality time with Adrien and learn what piano music I associate with him! 

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[maybemayura]

A new venture due to finals season that I procrastinated doing my finals work to do. But you know. When life gives you lemons ideas, you make content. 

Settle down with your art, your fic, your homework, your whatever and get productive with Marinette!

Who should I do next???

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